Life at Disconnect Propagandhi

Had they been the ones dying under the cooking sun
Picking through the dust, scratching at the barren earth
Had it been their insides spilling into the sand
They'd see on cracking land their spirit cannot triumph

Take a breath
Sit back and relax
Enjoy your moment of peace
You'll soon be back in the middle

Prepare for this one
To make you flinch in disbelief
When you catch a glimpse of those
Just following the paths that got us to where we are

Who are these human shadows
With still-beating hearts?
Scratching at the door to our paradise
Who are these humans?

So this is paradise
Beyond the distance hands of the world
Here we all think that we don't belong
But still bow our heads to our emperors

Is this all there is?
Maybe we really have nothing to say
Maybe we truly are just shallow and lame
And we're all just waiting for the end